In the Center of the Air That You Breathe

in the center of the air that you breathe even though you are long gone i push and pull and tug and shove until that feeling is perfect i spray the ebony essence for the purpose of your liveliness i spray the ebony essence for the saving grace of myself in the center of the air that you breathe even though the letter planted a stubborn elephant on my skull i yell and scream and shout and exclaim your name until a forced makeshift echo is present it is then that you appear as if on cue with forgiveness in your eyes i smile with this temporary relief on the edge of an odd sort of insanity you walk slowly to me with your ample hips swaying with the booty speaking a quiet language to me it is then that i become externallized from myself and yearn to do things that reawakens those senses overtaken by dust i imagine you as the broom with pillow soft breasts sweeping me clean....off my feet again.... i think i will let you pull down the shade now....